OK Edgar Wright: I am calling you out. We need to get to the bottom of this thing, you and me, because my girlfriend pointed out that if Scott Pilgrim is successful and sequels are warranted, you are gonna keep coming back to my goddamned city and throwing everyone in the place into an unalterable tizzy. And that is unacceptable. I live here. I do my best to make a living in these stressful economic times. And I can deal with the fact that half the people I know are falling over their own feet for a chance to meet you, and I can even deal with the fact that you're making Scott Pilgrim in the first place. But on my days off, I go to my local comic book shop and must now listen to the staff wax philosophic about how much they would like YOU to pop by. So since clearly and officially, this town officially ain't big enough for the both of us, and since I obviously have no means to support myself anywhere else, it's time to meet behind the gym at 3:30 and see what's what. You know what gym, so don't play coy.

Today's wardrobe choices were inspired by: 70s cop. Matty Price was right (he's rarely not), I really shoulda watched Life on Mars while I had the chance. I guess it'll come out on Blu-Ray eventually.

Tell them how it went, Steve. OK, let's do it! Well, on the whole I would say that the last 2 weeks went exceptionally well given their complexity. I think I could have done a bit better at the tail end of this one in terms of really bringing it all to a meaningful close. But a lot of good teamwork got done at the j-o-b; I literally have 12 pages of notes and items to take forward, but action item #1 is getting my work/life back into balance now that the rough period is on its way to done. 7.5 hour days - it is possible. Bill Gates told me so.

It also occurred to me this week that I tend to be self-deprecating and embarrassed when I'm asked what I do and have to answer that I build online training for [insert and rotate company name here]. I presume that's not the optimal state, especially given that on a theoretical level at least, I am quite stimulated by what I do. It's just so far-afield of where most of my contemporaries landed; I feel like I'm Life on Mars, fuck the TV show. Mars is a ring of towers just east of the Scarborough Town Centre, a canopic ecosystem of jealousies and betrayals and lines in the sand. And yet occasionally, I actually get to tell a room full of people that our next project is gonna be named after the Egyptian frog goddess of fertility and resurrection, and explain why. It's not without appeal.

Last night was pizza and Eternal Sunshine and couch-bed; today was supposed to be spent getting my life in order. Instead, through the miracles of scope creep, Little Detour and I mostly just spent the day wandering about, enjoying the burgeoning springtime. So in other words, best day ever.

New band name: Kra-BOMB!-let.